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I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you.The summer days were long.… Continue reading
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you.The summer days were long.… Continue reading
Old Painter at the beach boardwalk. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to listen to the old ones. Can enlighten the mind and heart. Old painter on the beach boardwalk Old man… Continue reading
Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You… Continue reading
At peace at last The Soldiers gave him a 21 gun salute. Only young and old Soldiers came to say goodbye. Old Sergeant Major finally drank himself to death. 35years a Soldier left… Continue reading
A woman palm A Poem by Coyote Poetry The hands of a woman. Teaches love and kindness. He who treat the woman with kindness. Can stand at God feet and know he had… Continue reading
Mend and alter A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is hard. Needs time to heal and to be reborn again. Mend and alter Life is simple my friends. There is consequences… Continue reading
God A Poem by Coyote Poetry God is in our heart. In what we say and do. God is not found in the church. It is how we look at life and how… Continue reading
Silence and listen A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to listen. Silence and listen Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old memories.… Continue reading
coyotepoetrebloggedmargheworld(thank you Tumblr) Afternoon delight Kind woman waiting for me with patience and holding silence. I see her and her blue eyes seduced me from a distance. Her sun-kissed shoulder tempting kiss… Continue reading
Show me the way to love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful is when we have no fear of disappointment. Show me the… Continue reading